Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.